if they ask
you should tell them
that we could have stopped it
but we chose not to
you should tell them
we had the tools
the technology
and the time
but we chose to enjoy our comforts
a little longer
those same comforts we have now lost
and so we rake the leaves
the autumn leaves
the leaves of our history
our poetry, our learning
we rake them all into piles
and then we burn them
we burn them to forget
for to remember
brings too much pain
and all the leaves are burning
for the forests are drying out
and the coral reefs are turning bone white
the storm is coming
but there won't be much snow
and so the glaciers retreat
and the seas rise to drink our cities
and this is what we chose
this is what we chose
